Transmigrated With A Resolution System

Slam!

"Who the hell is it now?!" The nurse yelled at the recurrence of what had happened, "how could you still do that again, you little kid?!"

'Little kid?" Lank's ears picked up, rubbing the sleep off his eyes and smacking his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

He didn't expect to be woken up with a bang, nor did he expect to be called a kid and accused of being the one who had caused a ruckus.

At the least, he had understood why she was cranky at the first instance when he had done the same. Sleeping for a few minutes, that sound didn't sit well with his hearing.

He looked over to where Gia was still sleeping, still unaware of his surroundings.

The nurse got up from her seat to check out if it was Lank who had become unresponsive to her first warning.

Huff!

Huff!

"Huh?!" Lank turned around, only to see an anxious and breathy Mr. Gaviel. His line of sight trailed down to who he saw in his arms.

"Fae?!" He wondered, pushing back the seat and rushing over to help.

He had remembered clearly she was still alright when he had left, this bloody sight wasn't what he expected.

"What happened, Sir?!" Lank hissed, taking her body from him and placing her on the next bed close to Gia.

"I said it, you don't have any ma–" the nurse paused in her words, caught unawares by the appearance of a teacher.

She pieced the information together on the reason the teacher had kicked the door open in such a way when she saw a bloody student.

Letting out a gasp at the amount of blood that had been lost, she rushed toward the student.

Placing two fingers on her wrist, she closed her eyes and counted to 5.

"How long has this been?!" She questioned Mr. Gaviel, while she ripped the side of Gia's floral chiffon dress from the cut that had been made from the wood lodged in the very place.

Mr. Gaviel had spaced out and couldn't respond. His mind had trailed on what he had been told to do.

'You know how to handle this.' This sentence rang in his thoughts like a broken record.

If word should leak out about what he wanted to do, he was surely putting himself at a disadvantage and in opposition to the organization.

The thought of letting her die made his stomach churn in disgust. There was no way he could stomach two deaths in a matter of minutes.

Shaking his head to the thought, his breathing began to quicken and was visibly audible to Lank and the nurse.

"Mr. Gaviel?!" Lank nudged him on the side to get back his attention. "She would be fine, there's no need to feel so guilty for whatever had happened."

He understood that the nurse had deliberately toned down on the cause of her injury, instead of focusing on the time if it had happened so she could know how to administer her healing abilities in the right amounts.

"Mr. Gaviel!" The nurse increased her voice, frustrated that he was yet to respond to her earlier question.

Clearing his throat, his lashes flickered as he tried to get back his hold on reality.

"Right! Right!" He repeated, "what was the question again?"

Lank internally facepalmed, this was so unlike the teacher who had always maintained a calm and calculative approach to things.

Now that he thought about it, he realized he wasn't wearing his glasses, and he had some sort of cut on his cheek for some mysterious reason.

'Were they caught in a fight? Where's Mrs. Neider?' He wondered as he did a full-body scan of Mr. Gaviel.

The nurse slowly pulled out the piece of wood, applying enough pressure while she tried to heal without any knowledge of the right time.

"Uhhhh!!" Fae groaned loudly to the pain that shot up at the tightness she felt in the area where the nurse healed.

Frowning, the nurse stopped in her tracks, deactivating her powers.

It felt frustrating that she couldn't regulate her ability without knowing a bit of what the patient had gone through, most especially the time frame, or else she could mistakenly speed up the healing process, causing extreme pain as she did.

Turning around and towards Mr. Gaviel, she pulled him closer by the collar, so they locked eyes.

"If you want her to survive, you better tell me what I asked!" She growled, speaking through gritted teeth.

"I..." he hesitated and looked down at Fae, his eyes teared up. He couldn't go through with what he was expected to do with her, "I want her alive." He finally said, closing his eyes and accepting the fate that awaited him if this was found out.

Pulling her hands away from his collar, she nodded her head and adjusted her gloves.

"I don't suppose you had another answer anyways." She said with a scoff. "Tell me what I need to know... What was the time frame? A close rough estimate would make me mentally prepared."

"Twenty-one minutes?" He replied in more of a question, calculating the time he had also used to rush her to the infirmary.

Her eyes widened, and she pinched the bridge of her nose, blaming herself for jumping to a fast conclusion that it had been more.

'No wonder she had reacted to my healing in such a way.' She thought with a sigh, walking over to a shelf and pulling out a blue dual-layer mouthguard with a rubber outer frame.

Then over to Fae once more, she let out a sigh and gently helped her put up the mouth guard.

"This is going to hurt." She said to Fae, mentally preparing her.

Fae was sweating, her vision wasn't all too clear either, but she trusted her.

Giving a slight nod of her head, she closed her eyes the moment she saw the nurse's hand on the protruding end of the piece of wood, readying to pull any second.

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